Saturday, the cool morning air smelled clean, fresh like a snow-fallen day. The wind was blowing, gusting and swirling around me as I huddled in my jacket, hood raised despite the lack of rainfall to protect my chin and neck from the cutting air. The city was aglow with the warm peach hue of the rising sun. It was a beautiful day for a long run in the Park.
The trails were blissfully open, full of color of the fallen leaves, and crisp with frosted mud and crunchy ice-covered puddles. The whole of Portland seemed to be out for a run in the forest that day, taking advantage of what is sure to be one of the last sunny weekends of Fall on our way into Winter.
We went out for an out and back run of eight miles, which is lovely on the trails; the photographer in me wants to explore some more territory, so I may encourage a divergence from our usual path for the next run in Forest Park. Despite the repeat in terrain, I was able to catch some pretty magnificent moments.
It was the perfect day for a run. I enjoyed every minute of being blinded by sunlight, especially since experience tells me we will soon be running in pouring rain each day. Love Portland winters!
Where did you run this weekend?